Where Anyone is Possible
Ignored, ignored, ignored.
Voice unspoken in the darkness of her own pysche of rueness.
She is like the tree in the woods that has fell, was she heard?
In fact she was never, ever heard.
No one has seek out her own woes, her own pain and suffering and times of sorrows.
She listens to the other trees fall in their pity woes but whenever she wants to fall she's just ignored.
She sees ignorance and soon she'll stop to care.
She'll stop to care about every single being including herself, in fact, she had stopped caring about herself.
It was like someone had taken apart of her.
Took that part and just ripped it to sherds like it was nothing and she had started to wonder something.
Why should she care for herself?
Since when did anyone had ever cared?
Those are her thoughts now.
Her now way of thinking that has been burned into her own psyche!
HER OWN PSYCHE!
Many fucking people.
Too many to count but enough for her to break down and cry and crack under pressure.
She's not like you.
She never was a human like you and never could feel.
I wanna feel.
I wanna heal but.....
It's a burden if I do.....
Salt keeps leaking into the wounds like a rain that never, ever ends.
Can I cry?
Can I feel?
Can I even fucking heal?
Of course not that to the salty wounds that's hard to heal.
I may as well be scarred.
Thanks to you, uncle, thanks to you too, world.
I know know that I mustn't be human nor must be loved.